I’ve tried out the gesture of tsk-tsking a few times, When it seems it may have been appropriate. I’ve tried, Not for months now, but once upon a time, To do the type of things that level-headed people do, Like sighing at others’ reckless denial of the Shit that passes for first-world amenities – Not to humble-brag, but yesterday I spoke at length with A homeless woman whose mouth was all covered in Sores. She liked my jewelry and my dress, Commenting on it the way my dead mother would have. Anyway, this homeless woman, To whom I gave some amenities that were in the scheme Of things as paltry as offering To piss on a jellyfish bite that was sustained Months and months ago – It was nice just to be there with her. But there have been times, Yes indeed, When I tried out tsk-tsking. I’m speaking to you now, Ghost of my Mom. There was a day when I called...